The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of old machinery is scattered around a massive, abandoned factory, like... The air's got this heavy, industrial smell, and it's cool, with a gentle breeze blowing through the broken windows. Uh, a few birds are chirping in the distance, and a massive, metal conveyor belt somehow continues to move by itself, with random factory parts getting sorted into neat piles without making a single sound. The late morning sun peeks through the grimy skylights, casting an uneven glow on everything, and somehow, the dust settling on the machinery seems to be reassembling into perfectly working clockwork mechanisms.